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It was only 8 pm yet the silent streets were littered with only the sounds of suspiciously paw looking boots. It may seem peculiar but anyone who knew of the place would know that it was nothing out of the ordinary for this town. The town where purchasing high-tech security for homes were useless since it will most likely get breached anyway. People were lucky if they had anything of value lying around. Those who have hidden their valuables well enough, not so much.
Any of those unlucky few, who has a bit of their sanity left while leaving the town would describe it in detail. How every night, as if something was playing with them, they'd feel like it was there. Objects would fly out of their shelves in an enclosed room yet no one would be there when they'd check. Movements in the corner of their eye, just enough to be noticed but never enough to validate what they were seeing. Just about when everything seems to spiral into hysteria the grace of the thief will have left them with 3 letters no one can decipher in the place they have hidden their possessions: N Y A.
The elusivity of the thief had garnered him the name, "the phantom thief". Alban doesn't care though. He loves the sound of his paw boots in the concrete so he deliberately makes loud steps complete with swaying his arms like a robot for full immersion. Dangerous smangerous (a word in which he totally did not make up), how dangerous can it be if your the reason for it in the first place.
Alban Knox. The phantom thief. Has his reasons. He doesn't take from the 'locals' anyway. He takes from the part of town where there's nice things. He admits, that side of town looks really good so he can't fault them from buying homes even with the bad rep. More fun for him too since there will always be rich people that would think they're above the phantom thief if they just increase guards or upgrade their automated security system.
His mind wonders to the new batch of people that just moved. He can't stop the smile that came up to his face when he imagines how paranoid he could make the new owners of #2434 that moved in last month. He pauses his robot imitating movement halfway and turned his head to the house with golden 2434 numbers smelted into the gates.
He's memorized this house from previous escapades and after scouting out for a month he already knows that the couple that lives here doesn't usually go out. Only ever utilizes a room or two from their lighting pattern. So over to the overgrown vines he goes, knowing full well that the garden will be wild, untouched and easy to hide in.
Once he reached the top, he was not ready for what jumped from the other side as well.
"Meow~" it said while it looked at Alban. Alban immediately laid down on top of the wall in his stomach with his hands supporting his face so that he would be levelled with the cat. "Hi!" he said in soft excitement.
"Mrreow" it purred as it sat down to face him. "omygosh were having an intellectual discussion." he said as he stretched out his hand a little for the cat to sniff. It did sniff his hand and it started rubbing it's face in Alban's gloves.
"I love you!!" he confessed wholeheartedly to the cat. "I'll call youuuu..." he trailed off trying to think of a name.
"His name is Shamisen." Alban jumped at the sudden voice, almost causing him to fall back down where he came from. Hanging by a vine with only a part of his hair visible from the other side, he intellectually proceeded to try and go to the 'intimidate-them' route.
"Who are you huh!?!" He said while struggling to climb back again. With an obvious smile in the tone of his voice, the man on the other side answered "Sonny."
"I didn't ask!!" Alban exclaimed when he finally managed to climb back. The other man laughed softly and nodded "My bad." he said with a smile.
After catching his breath for a while he did a once over to profile the man. Luminescent yellow hair, tall, a whole ass tuna in his arms, and purple eyes. From all that, his assesment is that: he has never seen this Sonny individual from his stake outs ever.
"You don't live here." Alban stated cheeks puffed and eyes slanting to let the other know that he's being sussied out. "Mhm I don't." said Sonny still smiling.
"That's a bit weird dontcha think?" Alban said, eyes almost closing as he exaggerates how sus of Sonny he is.
"Oh don't worry, if I was an intruder Fuu-chan and Uki would've shot me on sight. Part of why they didn't bother with security anyways." Sonny said calmly as if being shot was a punishment for something normal like not cleaning the dishes. Alban doesn't get bothered by people with guns before, he easily gets by them anyways. But with how easy of a target the house is, he felt an aura that he shouldn't mess with the people who lives here.
Sensing Alban's immediate discomfort at the thought, Sonny almost laughed again but contained it. 'Aahhh this guy is really cute, I'll tease him just a little bit' he thought. "I'll prove it to you, I'll call them right now." Sonny said, turning away from Alban and to the direction of the house.
"WAIT WAIT!!!" Alban protested while he tried to grab Sonny who was no where near his reach. In his panicked attempt, he crashed down to the side of the estate. He tried to cussion the fall with his hand but, although cat like, he indeed wasn't a cat. With the angle wrong, his left hand bid goodbye to the world. He hissed from the pain, his thieving instinct was the only thing that stopped him from screaming.
Eyes watery, he looked at Sonny who was only a little shocked and involuntarily said "itaiii..." while clutching his left fist.
Sonny almost screamed. This guy was hella cute. "Ah come here. Don't cry." he said almost crying himself from the cuteness and the fact that he doesn't want the cute thing to be in pain anymore.
"but it hurttttssss!!" Alban whailed. Sonny sat down in the grass, towering over the balled up Alban. "It hurts here??" Sonny asked while placing a gentle hand on the one Alban was clutching. Alban nodded while sniffling.
"I'll take you home and patch you up. Ok?" Sonny said. Alban shook his head in the softest way and softly cried, "No, you smell like tunaaaa."
"Ssshhh sshhh. It's alright" Sonny said while putting his tuna smelling hands on Alban's face to shush him. He then scooped Alban up while he was still in his final ball formation and led him to his car.
Now, Alban wasn't really a fan of getting kidnapped but the pain from his arm was making him tired so he couldn't do much about it.
He heard 3 voices talking outside the car while fading in and out of consciousness. And when he came to for the last time there was a cat placed on top of him sleeping as if it's almost dead, it smelled like tuna. The car was moving and the passing areas didn't seem familiar anymore.
It seemed weird really. How the cat seemed energetic just a moment ago. How he should've been filled with adrenaline or hurt to the point of passing out instead of feeling plain sleepy after smelling fish from his hand. How the blonde guy didn't seem to heed the dangers of the night as well. It all seemed peculiar. A strange encounter. It all made Alban chuckle weakly, 'this guy doesn't know what he's getting himself into' he thought to himself, smuggly believing that he's still the most dangerous person in the small car.
Sonny caught sight of how Alban was weakly chuckling to himself at the backseat. He heard a weak little "muehehehe" and then back to snoring. 'Aaaahhhh kawwaaaiiii' he thought, he wanted to hide his face in his hands and squeel and so he did. He almost hit another car as his hands were not in the steering wheel anymore but meh it doesn't matter. Now he has two cats when he only originally wanted one. lucky~~